Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Honduras and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing It's A Beautiful Day to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Remains,
Neu!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Clarke,
Brick,
Henry Cow,
Banda Bassotti,
Nico,
Barry Ungar,
Quando Quango,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pagans,
Eddi Front,
Theoretical Girls,
Little Man,
X-102,
Outsiders,
FM Einheit,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hot Snakes,
Q and Not U,
Section 25,
The Walker Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nirvana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Loose Ends,
Sam Rivers,
The Blues Magoos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Pus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
OOIOO,
Yellowson,
Donny Hathaway,
the Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Make Up,
The New Christs,
Joe Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Angels of Light,
Accadde A,
Black Bananas,
Blossom Toes,
Arthur Verocai,
Talk Talk,
Grey Daturas,
The Misunderstood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Danielle Patucci,
Procol Harum,
Lucky Dragons,
Drive Like Jehu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.